Friday, November 2, 2012

On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough


On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough
Jonh MIlton I

O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie,
Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted
Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie;
For he being amorous on that lovely die
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss
But kill'd alas, and then bewayl'd his fatal bliss.

II

For since grim Aquilo his charioter
By boistrous rape th' Athenian damsel got,
He thought it toucht his Deitie full neer,
If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot,
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,
Which 'mongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was held.

III

So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr,
Through middle empire of the freezing aire
He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr,
There ended was his quest, there ceast his care
Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire,
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace
Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair hiding place.

IV

Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For so Apollo, with unweeting hand
Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate
Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas' strand,
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;
But then transform'd him to a purple flower
Alack that so to change thee winter had no power.

On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough
V

Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe,
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe;
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?
O no! for something in thy face did shine
Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine.

VI

Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear)
Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest
Whether above that high first-moving Spheare
Or in the Elisian fields (if such there were.)
Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight
And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight.

VII

Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe
Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall;
Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Or did of late earths Sonnes besiege the wall
Of sheenie Heav'n, and thou some goddess fled
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head

VIII

Or wert thou that just Maid who once before
Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth
And cam'st again to visit us once more?
Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth!
Or that c[r]own'd Matron sage white-robed Truth?
Or any other of that heav'nly brood
Let down in clowdie throne to do the world some good.

Note: 53 Or wert thou] Or wert thou Mercy -- conjectured by
John Heskin Ch. Ch. Oxon. from Ode on Nativity, st. 15.

IX

Or wert thou of the golden-winged boast,
Who having clad thy self in humane weed,
To earth from thy praefixed seat didst poast,
And after short abode flie back with speed,
As if to shew what creatures Heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire.
But oh why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe
To turn Swift-rushing black perdition hence,
Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence,
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart
But thou canst best perform that office where thou art.

XI

Then thou the mother of so sweet a child
Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament,
And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild;
Think what a present thou to God hast sent,
And render him with patience what he lent;
This if thou do he will an off-spring give,
That till the worlds last-end shall make thy name to live.

John Milton

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Feelings ... Ehsasat

Feelings ... Ehsasat
It is really hard to define feelings. But lemme try may be i can do it. Feelings reflects our mind,thoughts and intentions. Its a sensation of touch. Every person has its own feelings or set of feelings that shows the inner atmosphere of a soul.It vary person to person,may b one thing u like and feeling good about that but the person may dont like that thing. ammmm i think it is enough.

Alfaz ka chunao

Alfaz ka chunao bhi kitna bay-yaqeen hota hai ap likha kuch chahtya hayn aur likha kuch jata hai aur lafz kuch miltay hayn aisa kion hota hai?

Thousands of words

Thousands of words in mind but I don't know how to transfer them on white paper. Most of the time I want to write something but always uncertainty of words surrounds me in its dark circle.

.........

hamaisha bai.yaqini insan ko kion ghairay rakhti hai
har lamha har pal yun lagta hai jaisay
bus yahi reh gayi ho ehsasat aur jazbat may

Uncertainty


Uncertainty
I always thought about the uncertainty of life,
emotions, thoughts and relations.
These things always make me scared of life....

basti basti ghor udaasi parwat parwat khalipan

basti basti ghor udaasi parwat parwat khalipan
man heera bemol lut gaya ghis ghis reeta tan chandan
is dharti se us ambar tak do hi cheez gajab ki hai
ek to tera bholapan hai ek mera deewana pan